The Dark کے بول

Furthermore ashore At the edge of the world In the fringe, on the north Cold stone beaten by the waters Worn by the winds Into the sea Leads the primordial path Into the dark The ancient deep where the light cannot reach Waiting for the tide Force to call forth the flood Waiting at the waterside The Moon to push the ocean forward The ocean floor Abyssal plane Leads to the trench Deepest chasm of the world From the dawn of the time Pressure fathomless and profound Unviable and hostile The overwhelming deep where the light cannot reach Waiting for the tide Force to call forth the flood Waiting at the waterside The Moon to push the ocean forward Waiting for the tide Force to call forth the flood Waiting at the waterside The Moon to push the ocean forward